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movalise

You.literally.adopted.him

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Jedi Duke Thomas

#think i’m in love

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beak boy beak boy

just figuring out helmet cowl things

renariontea

spreadıng masc pansexual loser mullet stephanıe brown propoganda from my last post

ashoss

like a house on fire

ciricearts

i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)

#fave

renviary

fear of fucking up but for different reasons

adamonstro

Isn't there somebody you forgot to ask?

plagueislost

testing colors for a thing

hazzymayy

Some timkons

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superhero suit glove-sleeve connection design showerthought

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stealingpotatoes

im having way too much fun putting fortnite anims on my new batman model

levitatingbiscuits

do you think ma and pa kent had to pretend to be antivaxxers so that they wouldn't have to explain why their son of steel keeps breaking the syringes. do you think they still flee in shame every time they run into smallville's only pediatrician at church or the farmers market so they dont have to explain why their boy still hasnt had a tetanus shot even though he regularly works around farm equipment. do you think the town vet wonders why the kents give their various farm animals shots when necessary but not their only son. do you think it keeps them up at night.

rumplefuckingstiltzkin

I like to think that the number of people in Smallville keeping Clark's secret started at 2, but is now greater than that.

Itterations of the story, for instance, that have Clark as the waterboy for their football team must inevitably have had some sequence where a janitor or someone asks Clark why he doesn't take, say, a runningback position instead, where as opposed to, say, guard or quarterback, his relative indestructability wouldn't be so obvious. This being the same man who once saw Clark running home over miles and miles, and then later saw him step into the way of a derailed empty train car to save a single cow.

Clark would of course put on a sheepish smile, try to hide how wide his shoulders are, and say something like "Ma doesn't really want me playing. She thinks it's a violent sport. And between you and me, I get shin splints."

I'm sure, absolutely sure, that any pediatrician in Smallville would have noticed that Clark alone never ever got sick once until he was old enough to go along with the charade and "caught a late case of the chicken pox".

The miracle of Smallville, I think, is not how many lies the Kents told or how effective they might have been, but rather how many people looked at a boy who could lift a combine harvester and said "Hmmmm. Not my problem."